He slurs and burps in Marshy Fronds, A Bandolier, all night long. His alto Voce may be a croak, He seems to be a happy Bloke. Ay yes, my friends, you've...
I sometimes think of you in my solitude In the empty moments that I keep for myself I think of the emptiness that I feel The sadness that I long to leave behind...
I visited my dear friend Caroline Courtauld's English country house, Spencers, and its gorgeous gardens at the height of mid-summer. The stunning 1 1/2-acre gar...